Quotes About Recovery

I used to have a drug problem, now I make enough money.

It seems quite pointless to waste health relentlessly in order to earn money that we shall spend on recovering health.

Don't bother tellin' me what I've got comin' in the morning... I already know. I've got some feel good pills and a red Gatorade by my bed, ready to go!

Patriarchy is a disease and we are in perennial recovery and relapse. So you have to get up every morning and struggle against it.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

Tied one on last night. Not feeling great this morning. I was trying to sleep it off, unfortunately, it was on the casino floor.

I started running 3 miles every morning after throat surgery to remove a cyst last year. The gym used to be my adversary. But that has all changed. Now, I look forward to it every morning.

I get bombed for breakfast in the morning, I get bombed for dinner.

The great secret of doctors, known only to their wives, but still hidden from the public, is that most things get better by themselves; most things, in fact, are better in the morning.

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

My doctors told me this morning my blood pressure is down so low that I can start reading the newspapers.

go home, riley. rest and recover from your wounds. i'll see you in the morning" quinn said no, you won't ####### see me in the morning. or any other morning. riley" #### off

My daughter, unfortunately, is ill, because drug addiction is an illness. She's been fighting it for years.

My mother has been moved out of intensive care and into a private room where she is being kept comfortable. Thank you for your continued support.

Now that I understand that I'm an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.

My mother is still battling alcoholism.

I can only hope that neither of them was scarred by their upbringing.

Three of them got killed. My mother was shot in the knee. But by God's grace, she's still alive.

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

It's all right letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back.

The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.

My heroes are the ones who survived doing it wrong, who made mistakes, but recovered from them.